I came across a hymn on the net the other day, entitled “He Giveth More Grace”, that I’m challenging myself to memorize. These words were written by Annie J. Flint, but what is even more beautiful than these words was the intent and context that they were written in. Annie J. Flint wrote these words after he body was crippled by rheumatoid arthritis, she had lost her sight, she had become incontinent and cancer had started to eat away at her body. If anyone were to refer to Christianity as a mere crutch, I’d like to refer them to the life of Annie J. Flint and the words she wrote.

He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.